On
Arrows toward the silty dawn
And years in rust
Smelling secret
Ink-stained letters covered in dust
Come follow where we’ve been
To polar bear snow,
Highlight sunshine,
Indian ground,
Listen outside, child.
Arrows toward the silty dawn
And years in rust
Smelling secret
Ink-stained letters covered in dust
Come follow where we’ve been
To polar bear snow,
Highlight sunshine,
Indian ground,
Listen outside, child.
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